I have a confession to make, WordPress. Brace yourself for I have been hiding a terrible secret all these years that I now feel compelled to bring into the light. This revelation might disappoint some of you, horrify others, but I can conceal it no more. So prepare yourself as the truth is finally know. I’m a grown man and I can’t click my fingers. There, I’ve said it. Please don’t judge. Or worse still, unfollow me.
Believe me, I’ve tried. But nothing works. I felt such a failure, a fraud walking the streets all day with this dark cloud of shame and guilt hanging over me. But now that burden has been lifted, the truth is finally out there, and I am free. I first broke the news on Twitter last night and was astonished by the response. For here’s the thing. Lots of other people can’t click their fingers either. To the point where I’m actually considering setting up a support group.
And what’s more, people can’t do a lot of other stuff either. My tweet released a flood of ineptitude and failure. People can’t whistle, they can’t wink, they can’t even ride a darned bicycle. The list was endless and it beggars belief that we have evolved as a species to where we are today while a significant number of us cannot waggle our eyebrows simultaneously or boil an egg without burning the kitchen down. Never mind climate change or COVID for I have unearthed a MONSTER!
I jest. Kind of. There is no shame in not being able to acquire a skill or talent. I’ve managed fairly well so far as I’ve traversed the trials and tribulations of life without the ability to make noises with my hands. Although, I can clap. Just about. Plus, life would be incredibly dull if we were all brilliant at everything we decided to give a go. There is glory and diversity to be found in abject failure. Success is a fleeting, relative, and subjective phenomena at the best of times.
Being an incompetent fool should not stand in the way of you being able to make something of your life. And it doesn’t. Don’t believe me? Then just look at 99% of the charlatans who run our countries. They get by on copious amounts of bluff and bluster, bare-faced lying, and only a minuscule modicum of ability. So if they can do it, then there’s absolutely no reason why the rest of us can’t as well. It’s high time the inmates took over the asylum.
If nothing else, my tweet taught me that I’m not alone. None of us are experts at everything we turn our hands to: failing at stuff helps define who we are. We adapt and improvise, we overcome. It also magnifies our successes and achievements. The buzz of getting something right when you have gotten everything else wrong is surely worth all the anguish and pain that precedes it. There is method in our madness.
Let’s also focus on what we can do, as opposed to the other side of the coin. Sometimes we fail to see the wood for all the fallen trees cluttering our view. I know I do, for I’m always prone to self-pity and navel-gazing. I’m a glass half empty guy at best, and normally more like quarter-full. We need to celebrate and be proud of our strengths and talents, not toss them out of the pram because we’re not world beaters at juggling fiery batons while guiding a unicycle across Niagara Falls on a greased tightrope.
I hope this post has been of some use to you. The world of social media can be a bleak and lonely place. Many of us, myself included, fall into the trap of comparing ourselves with others, and invariably feeling second-best. So today, at least, don’t do that. Everybody has worth and value. Let’s focus on that and find comfort and consolation in it. Even if clicking your fingers remains a bridge too far. There are many other bridges to cross.